The checking of vaccination cards at the door is kind of exciting for this 80-year-old who spent much of his misguided adolescence using a fake ID to get served in New York’s taverns of yesteryear.
When asked to see my vax card, I have that youthful anticipation that they might question its authenticity or ask me if I am really old or compromised enough to have qualified for my booster shot.
Then again, I often hope to get carded at Dunkin’ when I ask for the senior discount, but so far, no such luck.
Michel L. Spitzer
Jamaica Plain